Connecticut western news., 1887-10-12
VOL. XVII.
Loves Triumph.

Loves Triumph. When the morn broke clear and the sun rose
 bright, And the sea, which had tossed through that
 terrible night,
 On that rock bound shore, Ceased to surge and to swell in waves noun
 tain high, Ceased to toss it's foam angrily up towards
 the sky,
 Ceased its horrible roar. Then she stole from her cot, with her babe
 closely pressed Gainst her heart, which had wildly throbbed
 in her breast
 Through the wearisome night; And she moved to the cliffs, which stood high
 and steep, And, with wide-staring eyes, looked out on
 the deep . In the clear morning light. That vast sea was as smooth as a lake that's
 at rest;
 breast
 AS 1t rolled to the land; Yet it silently swept far up on the beach, Every tinns it cano up striving higher to
 reach
 Upon tho bleak strand. For ,1s' moment her heart was filled with af- While she gael on the sea, lit by mornings
 clear light,
 And saw far and near, On the breast of the deep, bits of hull and of
 mast, Which told of tho tempest that OCT it had
 passed
 In that night bleak and drear. Twas her fisherman husband for whom she
 feared; For his boat on the ocean she eagerly peered,
 But no sail was in sight; Then her eyes chanced to turn from the sea
 to the land, And she saw mans form lying still on the
 sand
 In the clear morning light. Something strange in that form for breath
 stopped her heart, Something known in that form caused the
 life blood to dart
 Through her bosom once more; For moment she scarcely could gather her
 breath, For moment her face was as ghastly as
 death,
 As she gazed at the shore. Then she rushed to her hut, took the babe P from her breast, And, leaving the child in his cradle to rest,
 She hastened to go Down the path, that was cut in the cliffs
 rugged side. To tho sands where the oceans still rising
 tide
 Came steady and slow. With fast beating heart along the dry
 beach, Which the incoming tide was trying to
 reach,
 She flew OCT the ground; In the form which lay there as if dead, on it's
 side, In the spot where twas left by the last rising
 tide,
 Her husband was found. At his side in an instant she dropped on her knee, And eagerly peered at his features to see
 Were he living or dead; But she saw that his face was as ghastly as death, And there came from his lips not even a breath As she lifted his head. Then the shirt OCT his breast she tore quickly apart, And her quivering hand she placed on his heart For moments brief space; | As she felt his hearts throb, uncertain anc slight, Her breast filled with joy, her eyes shont with a light Which transformed her face He was ghastly and cold as he lay on th' At the spot unto which he'd been swept ol the strand By that terrible storm, But her heart lcaped for joy in the breast O that wife, For she'd felt his blood throb and she knev | there was life | In that almost dead form. With the strength of giant, born of he | love, l She carried that form to the cliff top above | From the surf-bcaten shore; | And she dared on the way not moment t. rest, Lest the heart that so faintly beat in hi Should cease evermore. To their cot, near at hand, her burden sh
 bore, And, though her frame shook as she entere the door, | Her heart did not quail; Yet she sighed when she'd placed his for1 | on the bed, For his eyes were wide staring as if he wei
 dead,
 And his face ghastly pale. With the courage of love she fought for h
 life, With the vigor of love she entered the stri1
 And conquered grim Death; For she saw, in good time, light gleam in h | eye, And she heard with delight from his bosom
 sigh, And she felt his faint breath. Love had won, as oft times it had won b
 fore; Love had won, as it will till our loving
 OCT,
 Till we pass from this earth; Strength had come to her arms as her hll band she bore, Strength had come to her frame that she